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Sep 2015
If only my purpose was curved in clay
So that I would know what lies ahead
And charge for it without wavering or delay
Hurtling through quag of uncertainty with my hope dead

If only I had a manual on how to navigate this sea
To avoid the waves or to battle them all harder
If only every opportunity was clear enough for me to see
And make out the one to seize and the one to ******

Yes, sometimes a life of not knowing what awaits
Not knowing when the ocean of life will be calm
And when to hit the waters and peacefully plant our baits
***** for we cannot predict who we ultimately become

Boring is the story whose end is clear from the start
But reading such once in a while wouldn't hurt
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  24/M/Kampala-Uganda
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